iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 368 The Lion's Roar
Lord Tywin looked down at his dwarf son with his cold and proud green eyes and said, "Tyrion, do you admit that you killed Prince Oberyn?"

Tyrion looked up at the old lion on the platform: "I have seen enough of this shameless performance..."

Lord Tywin interrupted coldly: "Just answer my question."

After a pause, Tyrion grinned, "I plead guilty. A terrible crime. Do you want to hear it?"

Lord Tywin stared at Tyrion but said nothing.

Seeing this, the Duke of Mace stroked his beard and said, "Tyrion Lannister, before the witness of the gods, please confess your crimes truthfully."

Tyrion's eyes did not move, but a mocking arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. "I have committed a crime worse than murder. My crime is being born a dwarf. For this I repent."

"absurd!"

Scolding, Lord Tywin continued: "Are you trying to escape your crime in this way? This is not a trial for dwarfs."

Hearing this, Tyrion suddenly stepped forward and looked directly at the old lion. "No, Lord Tywin. My life is a sin. My life is a trial for dwarves. Today's farce is just one of them."

"farce………"

Lord Tywin drummed his fingers on the arms of his chair and stared at Tyrion.

Through clenched teeth, his voice was like the coming of winter: "Have you lost your mind, Tyrion?"

Tyrion met the old lion's sharp gaze fearlessly and grinned: "I am more sober than ever, Lord Tywin."

On the second floor, Cersei looked at the dwarf who was still trying to use sophistry to get away with the crime. A sneer of contempt appeared on her face, and she raised her hand slightly.

Seeing Cersei's gesture, Septon Auridor, one of the archbishops of the Great Sept of Baelor, slowly stood up in the gallery on the other side of the hall.

The hall suddenly fell silent. He pointed at Tyrion and said, "This man has defied the laws of the kingdom and fair trial. The gods will never forgive him!"

The archbishop's voice immediately ignited the anger of the crowd, and the hall was filled with voices of "May the gods punish us severely."

Tyrion recognized the kind-looking Archbishop Oridor, who was also one of the candidates for the former High Septon. At that time... he chose another candidate as the new High Septon as acting Prime Minister (Cersei sent Osney to suffocate him with a pillow).

This archbishop has always held a grudge against the dwarf prime minister... Although he did not choose to support Olido as the new archbishop at that time, he actually liked him very much. They had met many times in the women's branch.

Tyrion looked towards the second floor. Perhaps...his good sister had already promised something to Archbishop Oridor. Cersei really did her best to cut off the dwarf's big head.

At this time, Green also looked upstairs. Leighton had reported to him that Archbishop Olidor was one of the most likely candidates to become the next High Bishop. It seemed that he had taken the initiative to join Queen Mother Cersei in the hope of winning over other competitors as soon as possible and taking the position of High Bishop.

"Silence! Silence! Silence!"

When the hall gradually returned to silence, Lord Tywin whispered a few words to Lord Green and Lord Mace, and announced, "The trial is suspended."

He stood up and said, "In one hour, the bell will ring to open the court."

The Imperial Chamberlain chanted: "Withdraw—"

Everyone stood up and watched the three presiding dukes leave one after another.

Their figures disappeared, and the hall suddenly became noisy. Tyrion glanced at a snow-white cloak flashing in the distance.

Amid the din mixed with curses, Tyrion closed his eyes and sang softly.

He ran through the streets of the city, leaving the high hills.

The horse walked along the cobblestone alley and brought him to the girl's side.

She was his treasured treasure, she was his shy expectation.

Necklaces and castles are empty, and cannot compare to a girl's kiss.

…………

A small hall in the throne room.

Jaime Lannister strode in. He stood before Lord Tywin and said painfully, "Father, are you really going to execute your son?"

"James."

Lord Tywin looked up at his eldest son from the trial record in his hand and said, "Tyrion is not dead yet, and the trial is not over yet."

Putting down the thick parchment, he continued, "I have allowed your request to postpone the dispatch of troops so that you can attend the trial, so you should play your role well."

Ser Jaime clenched his fist and said, "Tyrion is right. This is a farce. It is a farce manipulated by Cersei behind the scenes."

He clenched his fists. "Father, you know that those funny things can never be hidden from your eyes."

Lord Tywin leaned back in his chair, stared at Jaime for a moment, and said, "I know nothing about your speculation. I only consider the testimony of those witnesses and whether they can convict Tyrion."

After a pause, Jaime suddenly said loudly: "You have always hated Tyrion, so you let Cersei find those so-called witnesses!"

Lord Tywin also raised his voice: "Everyone thinks that Tyrion killed the Prince of Dorne!"

Facing his father's wrath, Jaime did not back down: "I have killed a king before!"

Lord Tywin's chest rose and fell slowly. He stared for a moment and said, "Everyone is waiting for me to administer justice."

Jaime seemed to find it very funny. "Fair? As soon as Tyrion made a small defense, someone immediately jumped out and shouted for war and killing. How can this be called justice?"

"James."

Lord Tywin picked up his glass and said coldly, "I am fulfilling my duties as the Hand of the King."

Taking a sip of the wine in the cup, he continued, "If Tyrion cannot prove his innocence, I must punish him according to the laws of the kingdom. As the captain of the Kingsguard, don't you understand this?"

There was a long silence, and then Jaime whispered, "Tyrion will be executed, right?"

Lord Tywin put down his glass, shook his head slightly, and said, "It is punishment according to the crime, Jaime."

Jaime exhaled slowly, looked at the solemn old lion, and said, "Father, you taught me that family is inheritance and will continue forever. If Tyrion dies, what will happen to the Lannister family?"

He paused, pointed at himself, and continued, "I am a member of the Kingsguard, and I have sworn not to marry or have children. If Tyrion dies, what will happen to your family name? Who will fly the lion flag on the battlefield in the future? Your nephew? Lancel Lannister?"

Jaime spread his hands. "Or those Lannister branches whose names I can't even remember?"

Lord Tywin stared at his eldest son who threatened him, and said coldly: "If I forgive Tyrion, the war in the Seven Kingdoms will be endless, and Lannister will eventually become a weak lion covered with wounds. At that time...what will happen to the family?"

Jaime clenched his fists. He relaxed, looked into his father's eyes, and said word by word: "The Lannisters will continue through me."

He exhaled and slowly loosened his clenched fists: "I will take off my white robe. As long as you let Tyrion live, I will be your heir honestly. I will..."

Before Jaime could finish his words, Lord Tywin's calm voice rang out: "Deal."

This made Sir James just stand there in a daze.

"After the evidence collection is completed and the guilty verdict is pronounced..."

Lord Tywin raised his glass and said, "Tyrion will have a chance to repent. He asks for forgiveness, and I will allow him to wear black."

James was still staring at his father in a daze. He continued, "In three days, he will be sent to the Wall and become a Night's Watchman, where he will spend the rest of his life."

"And you."

The old lion pointed at James and said, "After taking off your white robe, head to the Golden Tooth City immediately."

After a pause, James came back to his senses a little: "Golden Tooth City?"

Lord Tywin nodded slightly and said, "I will take care of the little wolf, and you will go there to lead the 20,000 new troops trained by Davon, and prepare to capture Riverrun and regain the honor of being the heir of Casterly Rock." Jaime couldn't help but smile at himself. It turned out that... his father was waiting for him to come, or rather, his father had been waiting for him to come since the day Tyrion got into trouble.

The old lion showed the only trace of kindness he had towards his eldest son after his wife's death: "Do you want to regret it, James?"

"I keep my word."

Jaime shrugged. This was the best outcome he could think of. He didn't want to betray his father and the Lannisters and let Tyrion go secretly unless it was absolutely necessary.

Breaking oaths...betraying...breaking oaths again...his life is really miserable.

Jaime reached for the wine glass in front of his father, drank it all, and said, "What about Dorne?"

Lord Tywin left his chair and picked up a new cup. As he poured the wine, he said, "I will discuss the selection of your wife with the Tyrell family."

Holding a wine glass in one hand and a wine jug in the other, he looked at his eldest son: "You will soon have your own legal heir. Do you agree with my proposal, James?"

With a splash, Lord Tywin poured wine into the empty glass in Jaime's hand.

"………, I will love her." James drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Lord Tywin took a sip of the wine in his cup and said, "Before the court session, tell your good news to your brother and teach him what to do."

Putting down the wine glass, Jaime was about to leave, but the old lion stopped him: "Tyrion, keep your tongue. If he continues to talk nonsense, no one can save him."

Jaime opened his mouth, hesitating whether to tell his old father that Tyrion already knew the truth (Tysha).

Forget it... The most important thing for Tyrion right now is to save his life, so don't mention anything that might be disadvantageous to him.

"I will warn Tyrion..."

As he spoke, James suddenly had an idea: "Father, why do you say that?"

Lord Tywin sat down, his eyes turned cold. "Whether he can survive depends on him, not me. If he causes irreparable consequences, it cannot be a reason for you to break the deal."

…………

Dang~~dang~~dang~~
The bells began to chime as Ser Jaime hurried up to Tyrion.

He glanced at the people walking around and said in a low voice: "You will be found guilty..."

Tyrion just glanced at Jaime without replying and sneered.

Glancing at the growing crowd, Jaime crouched down, grasped Tyrion's shoulders with both hands, and looked him straight in the face: "Listen to me. After the verdict, you must sincerely repent and ask to wear black clothes. Father will agree. He has already promised me."

Dang~~dang~~
Two golden robes came over here, and James spoke faster: "Remember, you must remember, don't be reckless, you must confess your guilt obediently, and your father will allow you to wear black clothes."

The dukes appeared on the podium. James stared at his brother, nodded, then stood up and left.

After a pause, Tyrion looked at Jaime's disappearing back and murmured, "You are such a naive fool."

Two tall men in golden robes stood behind him. One of them whispered in Tyrion's ear while bending down to adjust his chain mail.

After saying this, the gold cloak straightened up as if nothing had happened, and Tyrion clenched his fists.

The three dukes took their seats and the trial continued.

The butler sang: "Call a witness—"

Next, the female servants who had been "cared for" by Tyrion came on stage one by one.

"He is very conscious of his ... size, and he gets very angry every time someone doesn't call him a giant during a jolly time."

"With my mouth and... other parts. I've seen him punish other sisters severely. I have to be obedient."

"If I was a little slower, I would have done a lot of shameful things..."

"Yes, he hates people who call him a dwarf. He gets really mad."

"He ordered me to say so, my Lannister giant!"

The content of their conversation became more and more explicit, and someone finally couldn't help laughing out loud first. Then the laughter spread like a hurricane until the entire throne room began to shake.

Tyrion looked around. He knew... this was all arranged by Cersei. She was fabricating evidence for another reason why he killed the Red Viper. Prince Oberyn might have mocked Tyrion for being a dwarf.

At the same time, she would humiliate him in public.

In his eyes, everyone's mouths were twisted in joy, their stomachs were trembling, and they were laughing so hard that snot splashed out of their nostrils.

Except for the three people on the podium, everyone in the hall of hundreds of dignitaries was laughing at him wantonly.

Tyrion knew that Cersei's real purpose was to provoke him and make him jump around in anger like a clown.

He knew it all, but he couldn't suppress the fire in his heart.

"Silence!" With the voice of the chief steward, the laughter of the crowd gradually stopped.

"Pass it on to the next person..."

Tyrion turned his back to the platform and suddenly said in a loud voice, "I really regret that I should not have stopped Stannis outside the city. I should have let him in and let him kill you all. I should not have saved you filthy people!"

Lord Tywin shouted coldly: "Tyrion!"

Tyrion turned slowly with a grin, and he looked up at Lord Tywin: "I admit that I killed Oberyn Nymeros Martell."

The nobles who were about to denounce Tyrion were silenced by his sudden admission of guilt.

Lord Tywin was as calm as a rock: "You have confessed to the murder of Prince Oberyn."

The hall was very quiet, and they all seemed to be waiting for the moment of conviction.

"Tywin Lannister."

Tyrion's face twisted a little: "Don't you just want to hear me confess my crime?"

Lord Tywin looked down at Tyrion motionlessly and repeated, "You admit to killing..."

Tyrion interrupted. "I want to confess my sins."

After a pause, he stared at the lofty Lord Tywin and said, "You are guilty too, great, just, Lord of the West, everlasting Prime Minister!"

The hall fell into an eerie silence.

Taking a deep breath, Tyrion's face twisted: "Tywin Lannister, you, you let your guards kidnap my wife!"

The lion roared, "Tessa, she is my lawful wife, she is your son's wife!"

hum!
No one present could believe their ears. Hundreds of eyes looked at Lord Tywin who was sitting on the podium.

Lord Tywin seemed unfazed by his son's sudden accusation. He said coldly, "She is your first daughter."

Tyrion's pupils dilated, and he wanted to rush onto the platform, but was held back by the golden robe.

Lord Tywin announced directly: "The evidence is irrefutable, Tyrion is guilty of murdering Prince Oberyn."

Then he waved his hand.

Tyrion was being forcibly pulled away by the golden cloak: "Tywin Lannister, I now wish I was the one who killed the Prince of Dorne. If so, I can stab the sharp blade into your body with my own hands and avenge my wife!"

(End of this chapter)